Song | trespasses (Album Version) |
Artist | Patti Smith |
Album | Trampin' |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Daugherty, Smith | |
Life is designed with unfinished lines | |
That another sings | |
Each story unfolds like it was gold | |
Upon a ragged wing | |
Bold and the fair suffer their share | |
He whispered to his kin | |
All of my debts left with regrets | |
I'm sorry for everything | |
Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
Winding as they may | |
Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
Hope to mend them one day | |
And she pinned back her hair | |
Shouldered with care the burdens that were his | |
Mending the coat that hung on the post | |
In heart remembering | |
Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
Winding as they may | |
Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
Hope to mend them one day | |
And her time was to come, called to her son | |
This your song to sing | |
All of our debts wove with regrets | |
Upon a golden string | |
And he found the old coat hung on a post | |
Like a ragged wing | |
And took as his own the sewn and unsown | |
Joyfully whistling |
zuo ci : Daugherty, Smith | |
Life is designed with unfinished lines | |
That another sings | |
Each story unfolds like it was gold | |
Upon a ragged wing | |
Bold and the fair suffer their share | |
He whispered to his kin | |
All of my debts left with regrets | |
I' m sorry for everything | |
Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
Winding as they may | |
Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
Hope to mend them one day | |
And she pinned back her hair | |
Shouldered with care the burdens that were his | |
Mending the coat that hung on the post | |
In heart remembering | |
Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
Winding as they may | |
Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
Hope to mend them one day | |
And her time was to come, called to her son | |
This your song to sing | |
All of our debts wove with regrets | |
Upon a golden string | |
And he found the old coat hung on a post | |
Like a ragged wing | |
And took as his own the sewn and unsown | |
Joyfully whistling |
zuò cí : Daugherty, Smith | |
Life is designed with unfinished lines | |
That another sings | |
Each story unfolds like it was gold | |
Upon a ragged wing | |
Bold and the fair suffer their share | |
He whispered to his kin | |
All of my debts left with regrets | |
I' m sorry for everything | |
Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
Winding as they may | |
Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
Hope to mend them one day | |
And she pinned back her hair | |
Shouldered with care the burdens that were his | |
Mending the coat that hung on the post | |
In heart remembering | |
Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
Winding as they may | |
Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
Hope to mend them one day | |
And her time was to come, called to her son | |
This your song to sing | |
All of our debts wove with regrets | |
Upon a golden string | |
And he found the old coat hung on a post | |
Like a ragged wing | |
And took as his own the sewn and unsown | |
Joyfully whistling |